Dashing though the snow in a pair of broken skis, over hills we go smashing into trees. the snow is turning red, i think i'm almost dead and now i'm in the hospital with stitches in my head ... oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus, you are very fat, I was sleeping peacefully but not my bed is flat. oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus, how much do you weigh? i'm glad i'm not a reindeer that has to pull your sleigh